Fitzwilliam Darcy – Undone

Hello all! Yes, I am back somehow, but again I am only presenting a book from one of my favourite authors, who I discovered last year with her book III about Georgiana Darcy. This time Sue Barr has written a book which has everything, I swear; love, magic, mystery, a fantastic plot and of course also drama beyond measure! And besides there’s a giveaway!

Book Blurb:

She’s the outcast in her family. 

Elizabeth knows she’s different from the rest of her family. She has visions and strange dreams and sees things others do not. With the advent of the odious Mr Darcy, and his friends from Netherfield Park. As well, as the amiable Mr Wickham of the shire Militia. Her powers seem to increase, and her greatest fear is that she won’t be able to contain them, and will be discovered. 

He has eight hundred years of tradition to uphold.

No Darcy has married a non-magical woman since arriving on the shores of England with William the Conqueror in 1066. However, his kind – Miatharans – are dwindling in numbers. Miatharan magic only flows through aristocratic bloodlines, so his strange obsession with Miss Elizabeth Bennet is puzzling as she is not of noble blood. Just a country squire’s beautiful daughter who has him slowly becoming undone.

Let me hint that magic and royalty, and fascinating history is behind this plot, and I can only say the book is very, very good! 

Review of the book;

As I opened the book, I was ready to be either fascinated or hating the book, but after a few pages, I loved the book and loved how Elizabeth discovered the issue of magic in her family line! I also loved to read as Darcy is falling in love with Elizabeth! Wow, what a drama, and it was so good to read his feelings – though something which surprised me was the history of the Darcy’s. 

What would Pride & Prejudice be like if Darcy and Elizabeth had a touch of magic in their lives?

I wanted to show the bond between Darcy and his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, extended beyond familial boundaries. In this scene we reveal an aspect of Darcy which can explain a lot of his deeply held arrogance. It’s part of the history of his kind and shows what his family gave up in order to acclimate to human life in England when they came over in 1066 with William the Conqueror.

 It took another forty-five minutes before they were finally crossing the verdant fields which surrounded Netherfield Park. Although a bit run down from lack of a proper master, the estate held much promise and Darcy did the best he could in such a short amount of time to educate Bingley on what he needed to run such an enterprise. Away from the alluring pull of both Miss Bennet’s the men enjoyed their day and he was reminded of how good Bingley was when it came to management of time and people. Beneath his open and congenial veneer lay an astute business man. He quickly grasped what was needed to make Netherfield prosper and before the day was out had offered a few suggestions of his own to increase profitability from some of the fields and tenant farms. If only he applied these sentiments toward his sister, Darcy thought more than once.

The sun had begun its final descent, throwing shades of red and pink onto the horizon when they and their weary horses cantered up to the stable. He brushed down his faithful stallion and agreed to meet Charles in the parlor before dining. He’d no sooner entered his bed chamber than Richard strode in from the valet’s room.

“Good, you’re back. I was beginning to worry you’d never come home.”

“This is not home.”

“Don’t be daft, it was a figure of speech. I waited because I know you’re interested in our mutual friend, Wickham.”

“Never say he is my friend. Wickham and friend should never be thrown together in a sentence, unless you are teaching someone about opposites, like black and white, or love and hate.”

“Fine. How about mutual acquaintance?”

“No.” Darcy tugged at his cravat and threw it onto his dresser. “Move along Richard, I’m in no mood for any humor.”“What’s new with that?” At his glare, Richard lifted his hands as though in surrender. “Okay, okay. No more. I hate him as much as you.”

“I doubt that.”

“Nay, Darcy.” Richard laid a hand on his forearm and gripped tight. “I love Georgiana as a sister and my anger runs deep and fast. I only manage it better than you as I’ve had years of practice on the battlefield.”

Darcy looked deep into his cousin’s eyes and saw truth. He gripped Richard’s forearms as their ancestors used to do when they pledged fealty. “I’m grateful you are in this with me. We will vanquish Wickham and rid England of this scourge.”

“Your wish is my command. I stand behind, I stand before, I stand with. My life for yours.” Richard said the old words with much solemnity. “You are my liege and I pledge to follow.”

Darcy covered the hand Richard gripped his forearm with and squeezed. “I am no longer royalty, Richard. We gave that up when our ancestor D’Arcy came over with William from Normandy and he ascended to the throne, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Be that as it may, I stand by my pledge.”

They released their grips and moved apart.  

See what I mean? Well, the drama continued, especially as Elizabeth learns more of her abilities with her magic, and how the couple find each other… and I promise, there will be LOTS and LOTS of drama! And as always Wickham makes a nuissance of himself, and Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam have to deal with the scoundrel.

And of course, Sue also leaves us with a happy ending! 

About the Author:

‘The prairie dust is in my blood but no longer on my shoes.’

Although it’s been over forty-two years since Sue called Saskatchewan home, her roots to that straight-lined province and childhood friends run deep. The only thing strong enough to entice her to pack up and leave was love. When a handsome Air Force pilot met this small-town girl, he swept her off her feet and they embarked on a fantastic adventure which found them settled in beautiful Southwestern Ontario when hubby retired from the military and began his second career as an airline pilot.

Sue started writing in 2009 and sold her first manuscript in 2010. Always a reader of Regency romance, she discovered Jane Austen Fan Fiction in 2014 and almost immediately wanted to know – Whatever happened to Caroline Bingley after her brother and Mr. Darcy became engaged to a Bennet sister? From that question, her first JAFF book was launched.

In her spare time, Sue cans and preserves her own food, cooks almost everything from scratch and grows herbs to dehydrate. Her latest venture is to create her own spice seasonings, experiment with artisan breads and make her own homemade vanilla. Hubby has no complaints other than his jeans keep shrinking. At least that’s what he claims…. Her sons, their wives and all seven grandchildren don’t mind this slight obsession either.


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*Sue Barr will giveaway an ebook of this latest novel to 3 random winners for entire blog tour. Follow the tour and join in the comments to be entered to win. Sue will choose the random winners and announce the winners on social media on December 5.


Back to the Bonnet by Jennifer Duke

Hello All, wow its November already! And I am only three weeks from my German Exam! Yikes!

But now I will present our new author, namely Jennifer Duke, the author of a JAFF novel, “Back to the Bonnet.” And I promise several reviews are coming in December and in the New Year, so please wait patiently dear readers.

Author Bio

Jennifer Duke grew up in Basingstoke – a town in Hampshire, England, which Jane Austen visited for shopping and balls when her family lived in the nearby village of Steventon. Loving stories from a very early age and being the second of four sisters, Jennifer delighted in reading stories to her younger siblings.

 She went to Bath Spa University to study English Literature with Creative Writing and have gained a 2:1, later going on to achieve a distinction for her MA in English Literature at Oxford Brookes University.

She has had many jobs – including coffee barista, trainee English teacher, nursery nurse, nanny, housekeeper and dog walker – but kept returning to writing fiction. A longstanding love of Miss Jane Austen’s novels led to her first published novel Back to the Bonnet.

As well as writing, she is interested in mindfulness, environmental issues and painting. She loves animals, history, art, travel and being out in nature. Currently, she is working on a fantasy novel inspired by ancient art at Chauvet-Pont D’Arc cave in the south of France. It is a story set 35,000 years ago – a slight change from Regency England! She also has plans to write a post-world war two romance inspired by Jane Eyre.

Back to the Bonnet is available now on Amazon in paperback and Kindle eBook formats! 

What if Mary Bennet was actually behind the important events of Pride and Prejudice? In Back to the Bonnet, Jennifer Duke explores how the story could look from the unique perspective of plain, overlooked but clever Mary who happens to have inherited a bonnet that allows her to travel in time.

Book Blurb

Mary Bennet takes matters into her own hands in this hilarious and enjoyable time-travelling version of Pride and Prejudice. 


“Oh really, Miss Mary!” He lowered his voice and leant closer. “Does convention hold you back? You who deny all conventions of the time, twisting it from its proper course?”

Matrimony is not a destiny that attracts the plain but clever Miss Mary Bennet.

With her family’s fortunes threatened by their own foolish mistakes, deceptive rogues and the inconvenience of male heirs to her family home, the future looks unstable, even bleak. But Mary possesses a secret weapon… a bonnet that allows her to travel in time. 

In orchestrating events according to her own inclinations, Mary takes an unconventional route to protect her family from ruin. However, she is unprepared for the dark path down which duty and power will lead her.

“In my opinion, it sounds like a wonderful book, and can’t wait to read this book!” – Sophia Thorsen, Interestsofajaneaustengirl. 

Excerpt from Volume One, Chapter Four – ‘The Ghost of Netherfield Park’

    As I neared Meryton, the wind whipped my drenched cloak and the fields around me darkened as clouds billowed above. I picked up my pace, the graveyard before me a miniature landscape painting framed by my hood. My vision thus restricted, I did not see the newly dug grave. My first knowledge of it was the lack of ground beneath my feet and the cry of alarm which escaped my lips. As I tumbled into the stony earth, pain burst at the back of my head.

An owl hooted. I woke with a gasp. All was dark. I couldn’t feel my fingers. Rain battered my face, making it difficult to keep my eyes open, not that there was much to see. Once I had recollected where I was and why I was there and reasoned that the pain in my head must have been the result of my fall and the cause of a period of unconsciousness, I groaned and punched the wall of the earth at my side. Mr Thorpe was likely already at Netherfield and I had no bonnet to go back in time with.

    As I pushed myself up, one hand slipped through mud and knocked against a stone. My fingers found two round holes in it, beneath which was a smaller hole with a narrow top. I laughed. “How wonderful!” I said when I realised that it was not a stone at all but a human skull. 

    The clouds must have parted, for now, the skull was illuminated with cold light as I held it in both hands. Sitting there in the grave, feeling rather like a more rational and hopeful Hamlet, I contemplated my situation. Nature had blessed me with a storm and a full moon and the gravediggers of Meryton had provided me with a skull. Perhaps I was not too late to haunt Netherfield after all, I thought, adding the skull to my bag, even though I did not yet know exactly how I was to use it.

    With much more physical excursion than I believe I have ever been required to use before, I dug my fingers into the earth, pushing with my feet, crawling inch after rain-sodden inch until I reached the land of the living. I tasted mud.

    “This had better be worth it.”

    Plastered in the dirt, I pressed on through the rain, determined not to waste this opportunity to ‘shoo’ Mr Thorpe out of Netherfield and provide the opportunity for someone better to move in. However, as I wound my way up the long drive to the great house, shivering and staggering under a wave of dizziness, I felt inclined to abandon my plan and simply seek shelter from the elements. I began to circle the building, hoping that Mr Thorpe had managed to light a fire somewhere. A flash of lightning revealed a large drawing room, white dust sheets over the furniture and, upon a sofa, a man lying asleep. A crack of thunder must have made him jump, for I heard something fall.

    I knocked at the window. “Let me in!” I cried but he seemed not to hear me. Then I had an idea which caused my lips to curl even as my teeth chattered. Untying my cloak, I lifted the fastening above my head, hiding my face, and held the skull above me, the hood draped over the top of it. I peeked through my cloak – though it was too dark to see anything – and knocked again, louder than before.

    “Who’s there?” called Mr Thorpe, his voice just carrying through the window. “Shew yourself, d— it!”

    Then, answering all my present hopes, a great flash of sheet lightning blasted the darkness from the sky. Mr Thorpe’s face was a picture of unadulterated terror. No sooner had he seen the skeleton ghost at the window than he fell, whether stumbling in fear or fainting, I could not tell, and as he fell, there was a smack. I gasped, fearing he had hit his head on a side table as he went down. I hadn’t thought I could feel any colder in summer than I had felt standing in the wind and rain but a chill pierced through my heart making me shudder violently. The room was silent and still.

    Had I just killed Mr Thorpe?  

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Silver Buckles by Grace Gibson

Hello to all, and welcome back to my blog! Sorry for the long absence, but I am in the middle of a language course at the moment, which takes up quite a bit of time.

But my dear friend Janet Taylor and Grace Gibson persuaded me to take part in this blog tour, and from reading most of the book, I can say it was worth the effort!

This time I will do this a bit differently, and start with the author bio, about Grace Gibson;

Author Bio:

Grace Gibson

In addition to mosaic art, which I create at Studio Luminaria, my home-based glass shop in El Paso, Texas, I enjoy writing regency romance and Pride and Prejudice variations for pleasure.   

You can all Contact Grace on FB; Facebook

Book Description;

She staggered a great man. He was reeling. She was overwhelmed. 

Fitzwilliam Darcy, standing irritably at the edge of the Meryton assembly, declines to dance with Elizabeth Bennet. In a mood of revulsion, he rejects her without concern of being overheard. Country pretensions are always in need of squashing, and what better way to make clear he would not partner anyone outside his party? However, when he looks over at her, she does not appear humbled at all. She is secretly laughing at him!

Elizabeth is perversely delighted to encounter such an outrageous snob as Mr. Darcy. When he approaches her with a stiff, graceless apology, she coolly brushes him off, believing that, like most annoyances, he will go away when properly snubbed. But no! The man then puts out his hand and, not wishing to create a scene, compels her to stand up with him.

They go through the steps of the dance mutually disdainful and intent upon wounding each other. But by the time the musicians end their tune, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy have traded barbs with such accuracy, they are unaccountably amused and engaged. Will this most inconvenient flirtation drive them apart—or, like silver buckles, are they a matched pair?

Definitely a matched pair, in my limited opinion! hehe I can definitely promise that this book will make one laugh at their absurd trading of barbs, sigh at their obliviousness, and of course shake ones head at Darcy’s obtuse notion of Elizabeth, her family and neighbours, poor clueless fool! But it is definitely worth the read! But then again, Elizabeth is not a bit better, and is also quite blinded by her prejudice of this arrogant Darcy, but I do promise a happy ending… at some point at least *wink*


Interests of a Jane Austen Girl – 10/20/2020 

Thank you so much for having me Sophia, and best of luck with your studies! 

I suppose everyone looks at the world through a particular kind of lens. I’ve always been fascinated by all things psychological. I look through the peculiar magnifying glass of the closet analyst with my imaginary mustache ‘atwitch’ and my monocle causing one eye to look unnaturally large. That said, even my writing—especially my writing—is a sort of amateur sleuthing into the underground realms of the subconscious and how it pulls the strings on our everyday life.  

In Silver Buckles, Darcy and Elizabeth begin their story with a sparky flirtation and quite a bit of plain speaking. Yet under the surface lies a secondary story about basic human insecurity. This subconscious theme circles around self-worth and an unwillingness to show weakness which must be overcome in order to love and be loved.   

In this variation, the underground drama is played out in Elizabeth’s private inner thoughts. Throughout the story, she continues to examine and become aware of her feelings of insecurity, as in this scene, told in Elizabeth’s first-person point of view, where she becomes aware that Mr. Darcy is staggeringly wealthy. In a bit of a twist, she is the one who feels that a match with Mr. Darcy is out of the question. 

 Mr. Darcy has offered to take Elizabeth and Mary from Kent to London, and we find them at a posting house on the road from Kent to London. 

The gentlemen fell to talking about the road and of our progress, and wishing to stretch my legs, I stood and went to the window. Miss Darcy asked after her wheeler, and the three then spoke of the merits of the teams. 

Not having put much thought into our horses, I was surprised to learn the gentleman kept two teams on this road, for we would change again in Bromley. Gazing out the window, I stood in wonder at the depth of Mr. Darcy’s fortune. We travelled in three carriages, so twelve fresh horses would be required twice over. And this was nothing to the hospitality of the house, not only for the six of us but also for his retainers that numbered nine together. 

In a distracted and slightly discomposed state, I stared down at the street and wished I did not harbor such a fatal, irreversible fascination for an ineligible man. Only vaguely did I hear Colonel Fitzwilliam offer to take Mary for a little walk, and I positively jumped when Mr. Darcy spoke to me directly. 

“I would have sworn that when we entered this room your eyes were all sparkles.” 

“Excuse me?” I asked, turning back to the room in bewilderment. Mr. Darcy stood, arms crossed, with one shoulder against the wall as he examined me; belatedly, I realized we were alone. 

“I would know what troubles you,” he said bluntly. 

“What makes you believe I am troubled?” This sort of diversionary feint I had learnt from Papa. 

“You have stood at that window in deep, dark thought for five full minutes. While that is one of my favorite pastimes, I do not believe it very like you to brood. What troubles you?” 

I am in love with you, I thought. But aloud, I said, “I have been thinking of horses.” 


“Yes, horses. How many do you have on this road—twenty-four?” 

“Twenty-four horses? Of what are you talking?” He was speaking to me in that way I love—sharp, impatient and devoid of condescension.  

“You have three carriages.” 

“Oh. The service coach uses job horses. I suppose that is somehow a form of snobbery in your estimation. But in fact, I have eight horses on this road when I travel to Kent. My sister’s coachman necessarily sent along two strings as well for her when she left London. They are collected and either stabled in London or placed on the road north when I go to Pemberley.” He paused as if debating before he hardened his jaw. “I have three more teams from Pemberley that, along with this string, I put at coaching inns along that route. I have eight horses for riding in London and my estate. My sister has half a dozen, and we stable a strong team for estate work as well as our elderly stock in pasture. There are fifty-odd all totaled in my stables, and now you know the whole of it.” 

He stood and spoke as one who dared me to despise him for his honest confession, and when I did not reply, he raised his eyebrows and made an impatient motion with his head demanding I explain my objection to the size of his stable. 

Elizabeth isn’t the first woman to be daunted by even the faintest prospect of good fortune. Why is it a particularly female trait to mistrust the same fairy-tale endings we so crave to read about?  

I hope you enjoy reading Silver Buckles as much as I enjoyed writing it.  

Here you can get this brilliant book!

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Meryton Press is giving away 8 eBooks of Silver Buckles.


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And finally good luck everyone! If I were you, go straight to amazon and buy this book! Grace certain has hit her head on the nail with this book!

Death of a clergyman by Riana Everly

Hello All, I know I haven’t been here much lately. I am going through an express course of German for university entry, so I am focusing on that, right now, but never fear, I have several reviews coming up in December and the coming year. 

But now I will present Riana Everly, and her newest book, namely, “The Death of a Clergyman.” 


Mary Bennet has always been the quiet sister, the studious and contemplative middle child in a busy family of five. She is not interested in balls and parties and is only slightly bothered by the arrival of the distant cousin who will one day inherit her father’s estate. But then Mr Collins is found dead, and Mary’s beloved sister Elizabeth is accused of his murder. Mary knows she must learn whatever she can to prove Elizabeth innocent of this most horrible crime or her sister might be hanged as a murderess!

Alexander Lyons has made a pleasant life for himself in London, far from his home village in Scotland. He investigates missing documents and unfaithful wives and earns an honest living. Then one day Mr Darcy walks into his office, begging him to investigate the murder of Mr Collins and to prove Elizabeth innocent of the crime. It seems like a straightforward enough case, but Alexander did not count on meeting a rather annoying young woman who seems to be in his way at every turn: Mary Bennet.

As the case grows more and more complicated, Mary and Alexander cannot stop arguing and discover that each brings new insight into the case. But as they get close to some answers, will they survive the plans of an evildoer in the middle of quiet Meryton?

OMG OMG MR. Darcy speaks out, and Riana is there, just listening to him!!!

Mr. Darcy Speaks

Forgive me if I am distracted. I have, just this very morning, received the most unsettling news. I am quite in a bother. It cannot be true, and yet… whatever am I to do about it?

Ah, I have committed a great lapse. I neglected to introduce myself. I believe I ought to sit and gather my thoughts and explain myself. Perhaps in the speaking I might settle upon my next actions.

My name, if you do not already know it, is Fitzwilliam Darcy, of the Pemberley Darcys. You may have heard of us, as much as I strive to keep the family name pristine and free from scandal. But scandal, despite my best efforts, seems determined to find us.

You see, I was, until this very morning, visiting my friend Bingley at his estate in Hertfordshire. He has let the place to see if land management suits him. Whilst there, I necessarily was introduced to what passes for local society. A savage lot, most of them, but not without exception. There were one or two men in the vicinity who offered a spot of intelligent conversation, and some of the young ladies were not unappealing. Some were really quite pretty. I can think of one with particularly fine eyes.

But she, alas, is the cause of the scandal that haunts me. For she, only this afternoon, has been accused of murdering a man. That very lady whose wit inspired my own retorts, whom – I scarcely dare admit this to myself – I had begun to admire, is assumed guilty of this most vile of sins.

But it cannot be! I cannot claim to know her well, but I know her well enough to know she is not capable of such a crime. Not Elizabeth… Miss Bennet! She would not hesitate to fillet a man with her words, but she has not the first mark of physical violence in her. And if it is known that I am associated in any way with her, even as distantly as this, well, the scandal! You must understand.

Perhaps the family name could withstand such an imposed blemish, if not for the sad event with my sister this very last summer. That, too, we have been able to keep from the society pages, but if not for that investigator, Alexander Lyons, the incident would have had a very different ending.

I wonder what Lyons would make of this present spectre of scandal, what he would make of Miss Bennet and this awful murder.

By gum! That’s it exactly! Thank you, you have been most very helpful. I must visit Lyons at once. He is a man of great intelligence and perception. If anybody can acquit Miss Bennet of this dread accusation, it is he!

I am off at once to his office. I have not a moment to lose. Pray, excuse me for my rudeness.

Oh, and please help yourself to some biscuits.


Riana Everly was born in South Africa, but has called Canada home since she was eight years old. She has a Master’s degree in Medieval Studies and is trained as a classical musician, specialising in Baroque and early Classical music. She first encountered Jane Austen when her father handed her a copy of Emma at age 11, and has never looked back.

Riana now lives in Toronto with her family. When she is not writing, she can often be found playing string quartets with friends, biking around the beautiful province of Ontario with her husband, trying to improve her photography, thinking about what to make for dinner, and, of course, reading!

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Now guys, here is the giveaway, Riana is givning away one Ebook of her new and upcoming book, “Death of a clergyman” to one lucky visitor today!

To enter, just leave a comment on the post and I will randomly select a winner five days after this blog is posted. I will contact the winner and email the book directly, so there are no concerns about not being able to receive Amazon gift copies, which sometimes happens.

So that’s it for this time around, and don’t worry, if you think you missed my review, you haven’t, since I haven’t posted my review yet, but I will once I pass my German Course in early December. But until then, I will just say Tschüss

Accusing Mr. Darcy by Kelly Miller

Hi Guys, and welcome back! I hope you are all still safe, and if you are not in lockdown, please remember your masks! This week I ought to have been in Bath for the yearly reunion with friends and like-minded people who love Jane Austen, but due to Corona, I am at home… *cries into a handkerchief* But today I am the next stop on the blog tour for Kelly Miller’s new mystery/romance Pride and Prejudice Variation, “Accusing Mr. Darcy”

Back Cover Copy:

Could Fitzwilliam Darcy harbour a shocking, sinister secret?

Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet count themselves among the many guests of the Kendall family, whose estate lies amidst the picturesque hills, gorges, and rocky slopes of the Peak District in Derbyshire. Elizabeth’s cousin Rose Kendall believes her dashing brother-in-law, Captain James Kendall, is Elizabeth’s ideal match. Rose’s husband, Nicholas, hopes his good friend Darcy—a rich, proud, and taciturn gentleman with a spotless reputation—will fancy one of the other eligible lady guests.

News of a brutal killing at a neighbouring estate sends a wave of shock through the genial group of friends and family. When one of the Kendalls’ guests is attacked, all of the gentlemen become suspects, but the former Bow Street runner tasked with investigating the crime finds the evidence against Mr Darcy particularly compelling.

In this romantic mystery, the beloved couple from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice cross paths with a ruthless killer. When faced with dire warnings against Mr Darcy, will Elizabeth heed them or follow the dictates of her heart?

Review of “Accusing Mr Darcy”

This new P&P variation is like nothing I have ever read before! It was murder, mystery, romance and uncertainty about the ending of my favourite literary couple!

Elizabeth is to visit her cousin Rose in Derbyshire for a house party, but soon a maid is killed… who killed her? Could it be one of the guests at the house party or an unknown assailant?! “The game is afoot” as a certain detective would have said!

And boy oh boy was the game afoot indeed! Elizabeth is attacked!! And for a while even I as a reader suspected handsome Fitzwilliam Darcy! Yes, you read that right, Darcy is accused of attacking Elizabeth! Can you imagine?! Kelly certainly didn’t give us a lot of clues, but gosh she had me at the edge of my seat practically until the last word! But Kelly did reveal at some point just who the murderer was, with little hints, here and there, and if you are observant, you will get them, and figure out just who killed the maid, and who attacked Elizabeth…

But boy was I glad when the murderer finally was revealed! And when Elizabeth and Darcy FINALLY could say their vows to each other, and step into their much-awaited future, after quite a dramatic house party. I can only congratulate Kelly, and advise her to get this book made into audiobooks ASAP! I will be waiting for that!


Meryton Press is giving away 8 eBooks of Accusing Mr Darcy. So hurry and join for the chance to get a copy of this mysterious and deeply romantic book! I would if I hadn’t already read it!

or you can buy the book from here;

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Author Bio:

Kelly Miller is a native Californian and Anglophile, who made her first visit to England in 2019. When not pondering a plot point or a turn of phrase, she can be found playing the piano (although like Elizabeth Bennet, she is errant when it comes to practising), singing, and walking her dogs. Kelly Miller resides in Silicon Valley with her husband, daughter, and their many pets.

Accusing Mr Darcy is her third novel published by Meryton Press. Her previous books are: Death Takes a Holiday at Pemberley, a Pride and Prejudice Regency romantic sequel with a touch of fantasy; and Mr Darcy’s Perfect Match, a Pride and Prejudice Regency romantic variation.

Kelly’s blog page is found at, her Twitter handle is @kellyrei007, Instagram:, and she is on Facebook:

So, that is it for this time around, I hope I entertained you all a little, and congratulation to Kelly on her new book, and wish her all due succes.

The Longbourn Quarantine

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Back Cover Blurb;

 “Papa handed Mama a brace of pistols. Her tears, Mr Darcy, her tears: yet, all she did was nod when Papa looked at us and said, ‘You know what to do if they enter the icehouse.’”

Refugees flood the roads. A feared spectre has escaped London’s grimy docklands and now threatens the wealthy districts. Amongst that ragged steam is a single carriage jostling its way toward Meryton. Inside are the Darcy siblings along with Charles and Caroline Bingley. They desperately seek the safety of Netherfield Park.

For all their riches, they could not evade the epidemic’s dark hand. Bingley’s leasehold had been reduced to rubble as roving bands raped, pillaged, and burned. The only sanctuary was Longbourn where once installed, the Darcys and Bingleys were barred from leaving by a fortnight’s quarantine.

Events converge with disease in The Longbourn Quarantine. Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy abandon old prejudices to face grief and mourning. Pride is set aside as Death hovers nearby. The couple forges ahead knowing that love unexplored is love lost: that words must be said lest they remain unspoken in the time of smallpox.

Review of “A Longbourn Quarantine”

From the desk of A Jane Austen Girl comes a review of Pride and Prejudice variation author Don Jacobson, and his new book, a book which shines quite a light through the current world situation, like a beacon of hope for the future.

Like our world today, the Longbourn family is similarly in quarantine due to smallpox, instead of a virus similar to influenza and pneumonia. In a surprise stroke, Don places the Netherfield party as enforced guests on the household of the Bennet’s.

During this book, in a span of two weeks, the Bennet family and the Netherfield party are forced to span all their time together, and as tragedy strikes, the two parties are forced to change their views on each other and themselves. A commanding Mrs Bennet, quiet Kitty and Lydia, an understanding and somewhat humorous Darcy is found during the reading, and a Bingley who is forced to grow up, and learn some harsh truths, a social understanding Georgiana and Mary, and lastly an Elizabeth who slowly becomes aware of her view of people around her, is faulty.

Another strike of surprise, came from Don Jacobson’s pen namely the one opening the eyes of Elizabeth to Darcy fell to the most unlikely source imaginative… Guess whom! I was thoroughly surprised. I will give a clue, Don has redeemed this character in another of his books.

But finally, the book ended on quite a lovely epilogue who has the characters happy and with bright futures ahead, with their matches in happy marriages. Even if the future might hold more unforeseen circumstances, quarantines and illnesses, but always with the promise of hope for the future.

Don has been so kind as to give us a peek into the novella/book, just so we want to get our hands on it even more than we already do, hehe. Enjoy!

Chapter 11

Thursday’s dawn crept on silent feet toward Longbourn. First, the very tips of the Chiltern Uplift to the west caught the earliest rays, pink at first, but soon richening to a ruddier rose. Upon Gaia’s command, the ridgeline shifted from orange to workaday green as tree-covered slopes asserted themselves. Creeping eastward, the blush swirled around the deciduous carpet that flowed from the heights into the Mimram’s valley. The morning mists trapped by the great oaks lining the lane were the last to transform from featureless gray to a cottony whiteness that dissipated into invisibility.

On the bare edge of her hearing, shielded as it was by her musings, Lizzy registered Jane’s gentle snoring. For someone considered the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood, Jane Bennet managed more than one unladylike wheeze or snuffle as she slept the sleep of the innocent. However, neither the pleasant nor the annoying could distract Elizabeth’s inner contemplation from an enigma that stood over six feet tall and had rich blue eyes beneath a high forehead framed by dark brown, near-black waves.

Her existence had been upended by Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley in Derbyshire. Elizabeth’s estimation of the man had been tested every time she encountered evidence of the way he had inserted himself into life at Longbourn.

Mr Darcy once again had determined to prove incorrect her notions of his personality. She long had comforted herself with the sense that her first impressions established within an hour of making the man’s acquaintance were not mistaken. His history had not offered any information to the contrary. However, since the Bingley and Darcy siblings had been forced to shelter at Longbourn, the Derbyshire gentleman conspired to destroy every prejudice she had lovingly crafted and cherished for half a year.

Mr Darcy was a study in contrasts that punched holes in her sketch of his character.

Shortly after his arrival, a sennight ago, he had expressed a degree of compassion for the poor benighted souls struggling with the disease.

Then he offered that the militia should have done more against those same rioters.

While her initial reaction was outrage, Elizabeth recalled that she had heard her father and Sir William utter similar sentiments in the days since the sack of Netherfield. Such an opinion was no confirmation of Mr Darcy’s aloofness or pride. To believe that Mr Darcy’s expression of such feelings was confirmation of his haughtiness would have forced her to accuse two of Meryton’s leading gentlemen with the same deadly sin. On the contrary, that Mr Darcy shared the sensibilities of Papa and Sir William showed that the man had been shaped by similar forces, which made him typical of his class.

Mr Darcy also had deviated from the way Lizzy assumed wealthy gentlemen would act. Rather than demonstrating humanity, Elizabeth had estimated that someone with ten thousand a year would have subscribed to an alms collection to avoid descending from his lofty perch to consort with those enjoying his beneficence. The image of Mr Darcy rubbing shoulders with the masses seemed ridiculous and out of his grasp. Lizzy had believed that Darcy would have felt that his wealth would absolve him of any need to care. To her, he was stiff and proud, looking down on people as if they were no more important than ants scurrying through the dust around his immaculate Hessians.

Yet, since the shredding of the Bingleys’ felicity, the overbearing Derbyshire man had spent days consoling his friend. He also had been equally gentle with Miss Bingley while observing all that was proper to avoid raising any expectations on her part.

His intimacy with Bingley led Lizzy to doubt her original assessment of Mr Darcy’s character—neither a dispassionate appraisal nor, she grudgingly admitted, one grounded in observed behavior.

Was this the man who maliciously had denied Mr Wickham a valuable living bequeathed to him and, thus, had cast his childhood friend into penury? Would the same man have been willing to sit unshaved and indifferently clothed at a school friend’s bedside? The logical inconsistency of Mr Darcy refusing comfort to his oldest friend, George Wickham, while granting succour to someone of more recent acquaintance struck Elizabeth as nothing less than the fatal flaw in her analysis. Unless Mr Darcy was a rattle and fickle beyond all words—neither description suitable for the gentleman—he could not have changed so in the five years since his father’s death. One part of the formulation had to be untrue. Elizabeth had seen Mr Darcy tend to Mr Bingley with her own eyes. She had only heard Mr Wickham’s tale of woe at the hands of the gentleman. As Mr Bacon would have argued, a posteriori, the first-hand observed former disproved the second-hand shared latter.

Of the greatest import was Mr Darcy’s confession to Jane and Bingley of his intervention in their affairs. Her beloved sister had confirmed that Mr Darcy explained all that had occurred after the Netherfield ball. He had stressed that his interference was rooted in a misguided attempt to protect Bingley from a fortune hunter inspired by her mother’s effusions about jewels, pin money, and carriages.

In a late-night tête-à-tête after Georgiana had abandoned Lizzy’s chamber for Mary’s—the two young women having begun a friendship that extended beyond music—Jane revealed that Mr Darcy had perceived no particular evidence of her regard for Mr Bingley during their autumn mating dance. Lizzy gently reminded Jane of Charlotte’s injunction about putting herself forward to give proof of her affection lest a gentleman confuse her reserve for indifference.

A flustered Miss Bennet had explained her misgivings about that advice. “I had heard our mother expound about showing men that we possessed what they wanted most.” At this Jane cupped her night rail-covered bosom in both hands and lifted it high in a mockery of what she imagined her mother meant. “I could never be so forward as to act the harlot. I have since realized that, while I listened to Charlotte, I heard our mother. Now I know what our friend meant. I promise you, Lizzy, Charles knows my heart.”

“Charles?” Lizzy teased.

Jane’s blushes glowed in the flickering candlelight.

“He is in mourning, you know,” Elizabeth said softly.

A resolute Jane replied, “He has said that he cares neither for form nor propriety that would continue to divide us. Given the number of persons affected—gentle and rude alike—there would be no weddings until the year thirteen if all adhered to these restrictions! True, he is devastated by Mrs Hurst’s death, but he feels that he has been bereaved for six months lamenting our lost time. And, Charles refuses to place his life in abeyance into the next year.”

A wide-eyed Elizabeth repeated her earlier question and added another. “Charles? Weddings? Jane Hadley Bennet, what are you hiding from me?”

Jane’s head dipped, her burnished blonde plait falling across her shoulder. She whispered as if the words would flee like a sparrow gingerly approaching a picnic blanket in search of crumbs. “We do have an understanding. He has spoken with Papa. Our father has given Charles and me his blessing to wed when we see fit once we are freed from quarantine. But he begged us not to mention anything to Mama while we are all still confined. You grasp the need, I am sure.”

Embraces and tears were shared between the sisters over the stalk of happiness that had sprouted from the burned-over landscape.

The recollection of her father’s admonition—given in fear of spending upcoming days in the company of an overheated Mrs Bennet—now brought to mind Wednesday’s parlor tableau. Elizabeth had found Mr Darcy congenially conversing with Mrs Bennet. Her subsequent knowledge of his confession to Jane and Charles now gave Lizzy the context of his undertaking with her mother. The alteration in Mama’s opinion of the gentleman showed as much about her good sense in accepting his explanation as about the man’s humility. He clearly could not live with the inner knowledge of his poor behavior. He needed to amend what he could, admit what he could not, and beg pardon for both.

Elizabeth leaned her forehead against the chilled windowpane and closed her eyes against the brightening countryside. A bilious wave rose into her gorge. She now understood how mistakenly she had considered the accusations she had laid against Mr Darcy’s reputation and character. She had fallen prey to the wolves of injured pride.

She had misjudged Mr Darcy because of injured feelings that had rendered her blind to his inner goodness.

And, now, he had been gone from Longbourn for the better part of a day, nearby but as unreachable as the Moon.

Author Bio;

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Don Jacobson has written professionally since his post-collegiate days as a wire service reporter in Chicago. His output has ranged from news and features to advertising, television and radio. His work has been nominated for Emmys and other awards. Earlier in his career, he published five books, all non-fiction.

He holds an advanced degree in History with specialities in Modern European History and the History of American Foreign Relations. As a college instructor, Don teaches United States History, World History, the History of Western Civilization and Research Writing.

Don turned his passion for reading The Canon into writing #Austeesque Fiction. He has published thirteen works in the genre since late 2015. As a member of The Austen Authors Collective, Don joins (and he is modestly bowing his head to admit that he is the knave in this deck of Queens and Kings) other Janeites who seek to extend the Mistress’ stories beyond the endings she so carefully crafted.


And FINALLY, the Meryton Press is giving away 1 ebook of “The Longbourn Quarantine” to a lucky winner of the giveaway! So leave a comment to be part of the giveaway, and best of luck!


Elizabeth Headstrong Obstinate Girl Audiobook

Hi All, yeah I am back! Everyone had a good summer, I hope? I did, thank you, staying in Denmark sadly, even if I was to go to America, well next time! But I am glad to be able to present the upcoming audiobook of “Elizabeth; Obstinate, headstrong Girl” Since I read it in the spring, I have only looked forward to hearing it in audio, and now here it is! Since it was a collection of stories, I admit to having my favourites in the regency set ones, but I enjoyed all of them immensely since the authors write wonderfully, and the stories are engaging and funny.

⭐️Important dates:

Shock and horror, you can pre-order the Audiobook, TODAY (10th of august!) OMG!

Audiobook pre-order at Audible and Amazon: August 10th

Release: August 31, 2020

⭐️About the book: e-book, trade paperback, pp.350; audiobook: 14.2 hours

With timeless verve, the heroine of Pride and Prejudice, Elizabeth Bennet, bares her intimate thoughts while offering biting social commentary through a collection of romantic re-imaginings, sequels, and prequels, set in the Regency to present-day by ten popular Austenesque authors. Foreword by NY Times & USA Today bestselling author Tessa Dare. “I think her as delightful a character as ever appeared in print…” wrote Jane Austen in a letter, January 1813―and we think so too!

Stories by Amy D’Orazio, Jenetta James, Christina Morland, Beau North, Joana Starnes, Karen M Cox, Elizabeth Adams, Leigh Dreyer, J. Marie Croft, and Christina Boyd.


⭐️About the voice actor Elizabeth Grace:

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Originally from the East Midlands in the UK, Elizabeth Grace now lives in South London (via two years in Amsterdam). She is a full-time actor, voice-over artist, and narrator.

Elizabeth began her professional performing career a little later in life and has been studying at Identity School of Acting in London since 2019. Prior to that, she had a career agency side in Marketing which explains her penchant for client services.

Since 2019, she has been growing her professional portfolio on top of the amateur theatre work she began in her formative years. She has now been a part of many projects from short films and web series to audio dramas and audiobook narration. Visit her website:

I promise she is very good! I have been allowed a sneak peek into the audiobook, and I am giving you the same opportunity, so go and enjoy, I certainly did;

It is the story called “The Uncommonly busy lane” by dear Joana Starnes, a dear friend and a very talented authoress, who has now published nine books if memory serves.

Excerpt from “The Uncommonly Busy Lane to Longbourn” ~

“May I join you?”

The sound of Mr. Darcy’s voice catches me unawares. I did not notice his return until now, when he is standing beside me, a cup of punch in each hand. I am tempted to observe that, as he can see, I am currently devoid of company and beggars cannot be choosers. But that would be uncivil even as a jest, so I only say, “Pray do.”

He offers me one of the cups, for which I am grateful, as no one else had thought of bringing me refreshments. Not even Jane. I thank him as he pulls himself a chair.

“My pleasure,” he says, then falls silent. This time, I cannot give myself the trouble of forcing him to converse. I sip my drink and shrug. He may do as he pleases.

The fortunate souls with full command over their unharmed limbs are lining up for another set. As I sit watching them with undiminished envy, my companion decides to break his vow of silence.

“My apologies for the earlier display of temper. I should have grasped that you had no wish to draw further notice to your predicament,” he says, much to my surprise. I rather thought him incapable of acknowledging himself at fault.

“Ah, yes, my predicament,” I say, choosing to make light of it.

“Are you still in pain?”

“Only if I attempt to stand,” I answer truthfully, which makes him glower at my cousin. To my unholy satisfaction, the glare has the power to arrest Mr. Collins’s capers. He blanches and nearly stumbles into my friend Charlotte’s back.

“That man should be tethered to a chair,” Mr. Darcy mutters between his teeth, and I cannot help laughing. He is not wrong there.

“Mr. Bingley’s ballroom would certainly be a safer place should Mr. Collins be thus confined.” And gagged, for good measure! But I keep the latter preference to myself.

Mr. Darcy turns towards me, no hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I would like to finish what I had to say before we were interrupted,” he solemnly announces.

“And that is?”

“A word of warning: Mr. Wickham is not a man to be trusted.”

I bristle, as much at the tone as at the implications.

“And I should believe you without question?”



“Why should you believe him?”

Because his very countenance vouches for his open and amiable temper, which is more than I can say of yours, I would very much like to snap. But, unlike Mr. Darcy, I am mindful of my manners. So, I merely ask, “What makes you think I do?”

“You spoke of his lifelong suffering.”

“Which, of course, is not of your infliction,” I scoff.

His left brow arches in the most provoking manner.

“Precisely,” he says. Just that, and nothing more.

I frown and refrain from informing him that, much as it will shock him, not everyone alive is eager to take his word as the gospel truth. I only say, “I thank you for your warning. I shall bear it in mind.”

Had I purposely set out to rile Mr. Darcy, now I might have rejoiced in my success, for he looks well on his way to losing his temper as he tersely says, “It is particularly incumbent on those who cling to their opinions to be secure of judging properly at first.”

I give a dismissive shrug. “Naturally.”

He verily scowls. “Has anyone told you that you can be awfully headstrong?”

“No. To my good fortune, most of those in my circle are well-mannered.”

I am rather proud of my aptly coined set-down. Sadly, its effect is ruined by Lydia, who could not have chosen a worse time to rush past us, chasing after Kitty and seeking to pull the ribbons from her hair.

“So I see,” says Mr. Darcy and takes his leave with a stiff bow.

⭐️Giveaway: The #OmgItsOHG (Oh-my-gosh, it’s Obstinate Headstrong Girl) Audiobook Tour begins August 18 with voice actress reading and we hope you will continue to join us and connect at each stop for continued readings, narrator interviews, excerpts, and giveaways. We’ve included a $25 Amazon gift card giveaway, open worldwide, so be sure to participate. Simply comment on the blog stops to be counted for the giveaway (you need not comment everywhere to be entered in that drawing, but we hope you’ll have your share of the conversation.) Ends September 8.


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Now that the new audiobook is coming, then come on, go and be part of the giveaway, I might even do it, to get my hands on a copy of the audiobook *Winks* A girl always needs her books in more than one form, well I do at least hehe.

Kellynch: Dragon Persuasion

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Hi All, this time I am involved in a cross-genre, one which I dearly love and one I hadn’t tried before. Fantasy vs Jane Austen, namely dragons and Persuasion. Honestly, I didn’t know what to think as I started to read it, but I was pleasantly surprised.  At first, I was quite critical about the whole idea of Dragons in England, especially in my favourite Austen book, but as I thought back and have also followed the earlier posted blog entries from other authors. One of them cleverly used the old English folk legends about dragons and Arthurian times, which suddenly gave a lot of meaning for me personally.


Dragons of Kellynch Book Description;

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In order to secure her future, a young lady must marry well.

One would think Anne Elliot, a baronet’s daughter, would find the marriage mart far easier to navigate than a more ordinary woman. One would be wrong.

After refusing a poor, but otherwise perfect sailor, on the advice of her friend Lady Russell, Anne finds an unhappy choice before her: marry deathly dull Charles Musgrove or hope against hope that another suitable proposal might come her way before she becomes a spinster on the shelf.

Anne’s disgracefully independent choice to refuse Charles’ offer turns her world entirely arsey-varsey and not in the expected turned upside-down sort of way. She begins to see things … hear things … things like dragons.

And once one sees dragons, one talks to them. And when one talks to them, nothing is ever the same again.

Must a young lady marry well if she hears dragons?


Maria has been so very good as to allow us a peek into the second Persuasion Dragon book, which is very good, even if surprising in my opinion. So please enjoy the excerpt of Kellynch; Dragon Persuasion.

Kellynch: Dragon Persuasion

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Keeping a hibernating dragon should have been a simple thing.

Should have been, but it was not. Apparently, nothing involving dragons was ever simple, at least not for Anne Elliot, junior Keeper to dragon Kellynch.

With the estate in debt, Anne’s father in denial, and the dragon’s treasure missing, Kellynch’s awakening was shaping up to be nothing short of a catastrophe. Not to mention there was the pesky matter of her own broken heart and resentment against the old friend who had caused it.

Captain Frederick Wentworth had spent his life making something of himself in the Navy. With the war that kept him employed at an end and a small fortune in prize money, he found himself beached and at loose ends. What was he to do with himself now—take a wife like Laconia, his dragon Friend, insisted? Not, when none compared to the woman who had broken his heart.

Working as an agent of the Blue Order, managing dragon matters across England, seemed a much better alternative. At least until investigating one such matter sent him directly in the path of Anne Elliot, the woman who had ruined him for all others.

Now a royal dragon rages, a sleeping dragon lurks, and too many treasures have gone missing. Can Anne and Wentworth lay aside resentment, pride, and heartbreak to prevent Kellynch’s awakening from ending in bloodshed—or worse?

Jane Austen meets Pern in a fantastical regency romp bound to delight readers of Jane Austen and Anne McCaffrey alike.


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Six-time BRAG Medallion Honoree, Maria Grace has her PhD in Educational Psychology and is a 16-year veteran of the university classroom where she taught courses in human growth and development, learning, test development and counselling. None of which have anything to do with her undergraduate studies in economics/sociology/managerial studies/behaviour sciences. She pretends to be a mild-mannered writer/cat-lady, but most of her vacations require helmets and waivers or historical costumes, usually not at the same time.

She writes gas lamp fantasy, historical romance and non-fiction to help justify her research addiction. Her books are available at all major online booksellers.




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Maria Grace is giving away one e-book copy of her book.

Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog, Maria, and thank you for allowing my readers and myself a peek into your idea of Austen’s beloved books, where, of course, dragons exist.

Madness in Meryton by Jayne Bamber

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Hello All, I am again welcoming a returning authoress to my blog, namely lovely and creative Jayne Bamber, and this time her new book, “Madness in Meryton”

I was quite surprised at the precept of a time loop, but it was beyond my wildest imaginations! The loop made quite a bit of madness for the inhabitants of Meryton.

Book Description;

Madness in Meryton

Review of “Madness in Meryton”

In this JAFF variation, P&P meets Groundhog Day. On Market Day in Meryton, the most peculiar thing happens to Elizabeth Bennet, the light strikes the middle of the square, which is weird in itself on a cloudless day. Elizabeth buys a necklace during the market Day.

Next morning another peculiar thing happens, namely that Elizabeth wakes in bed with Mary, even if she went to bed alongside Jane. And when she goes into her room, Jane remarks that she is looking forward to Market Day. Only Market Day was the day before! During the day, Elizabeth tries to change several small things, which makes the day more pleasant.

I was dumbfounded by the plot at this point and wondered what Jayne was up to with this plot since it was a little mad.

After a pleasant day, with minor annoyances during the day, and foolishness from her family, Elizabeth goes to bed with Jane again. And yet again she woke up with Mary and her elbow in her face, – and yet again it is Market Day, and Elizabeth decides to have a bit of fun of her family, including Mr Collins, which makes quite a bit of trouble.

Soon Darcy and Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam is included in the returning market day. Several characters run amok during the repeated day, and several unforeseen events take place. Truly madness, in the best sense! And add Wickham, Miss Bingley and Georgiana Darcy into the mix.

The time loop in the story was brilliantly plotted and executed as well, but what madness this plot let me through! Absolutely loved the idea of how the repeated day could lead to different outcomes, – and what madness it leads to!

And of course, Darcy and Elizabeth are dancing around each other. They fall in love, during this repeated day… but will it be a Happily Ever After? I will let you, dear readers decide that.


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Author Bio;

Jayne Bamber Author Pic[6176]Jayne Bamber is a life-long Austen fan and a total sucker for costume dramas. Jayne read her first Austen variation as a teenager and has spent more than a decade devouring as many of them as she can. This, of course, has led her to the ultimate conclusion of her addiction, writing one herself. 

Jayne’s favourite Austen work is Sense and Sensibility, though Sanditon is a strong second. Despite her love for Pride and Prejudice, Jayne realizes that she is no Lizzy Bennet, and is, in fact, growing up to be Mrs Bennet more and more each day.

All of her books can be found on Amazon and their affiliates.

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